St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-10-11

for nothing on the way. Mr.. Cleveland
wanted the COW to go to the White house
and thought it would be an interesting
and picturesque ornament to the White
house grounds. Mrs. Cleveland. how
ever, didn't see the matter satisfactorily
in that light at all. She insisted that
the cow was her Every own" and she
wouldn't hear of its going anywhere but
to Oak View-''home." And to Oak
View it has gone, and when it grows a
little bigger it will pro vide the presi-
what they call in Washington ''Sure
'nOugh'' cream.
THE LUNCH WAS MISSED.
She stood the torture of lOng-contin-
ued handshaking here admirably though
it raised some big bliSters On her hands.
She was pretty well worn out when she
left at midnight on the train for home.
She had just come from the big dinner
given to the president by the Historical
Society of PENNSYLVANIA and other
learned bodies. While her husband and
the other guests on the floor were dis
cusSing superb menu she and cOterie
of other ladies looked on from the
Prince Of Wales box, and had nothing
more filling than the substance of many
laudatOry speeches. She counted, how
ever, on good solid luncheon on the
way home, as an order had been left at
a fashionable hotel near by for some
thing uncOmmOnly good. As she was
seated in her compartment of the draw
ing-rOOm car that President Roberts, of
the Pennsylvania Railroad company,
had placed at her disposal, and the train
was about to start, the French head
waiter from the hotel came in with his
face as sad looking as figure OH a
tombstone.
MADAME" he explained: madame.
something terrible has happened-ah!
very terribler'
''What?' asked the presidents wife,
i'll alarm. her face beginning to pale.
''You remember the luncheon?'
sWell?"
1--WE came with it here too soon.
There was no fire anywhere, and we
were forbidded to make one for fear of
filling the depot with smoke, and so
rendering it Objectionable to your nos
trils. madame"
Eyes"
s'And so we sent it back to the hotel
to keep it warm. My walters, who
have just come from the hotel with
wraps for some of the ladies. were not
informed, and so they have left the
luncheon behind"
so. it is nothing" answered Mrs.
Cleveland, with the spirit of martyr
1--WE shall manage to get along. But,
dear me, | am hungry"
''YOu will never forgive us, madame?"
81 forgive you now. But is there
really nothing to eat on this car?''
Nothing, madame"
"Nothing?"
Except, madame, some bread"
Bread? Then we are all right"
A,,I 1.,,Al boz, 4
ssGood."
"And some tomatoes. We intended
them for salad
Tomatoes? Why, we revel in lux
| ury,"
| Off the train started, and for half an
hour afterwards, apparently, the first
|, lady of the land gaily munched bread
and butter and raw tomatoes. She eX-
| pressed only one regret-there was no
| salt for the tomatoes.
a HER LADY'S PICTURES.
| BY the way, you know Mrs. Cleveland
| SAYS that she will not have another pho
| tograph taken while she is mistress of
the White house. She has been very
gracious about her pictures hitherto,
| but the way in which they have been
| used to adorn and advertise every kind
| of merchandise has excited her aver
sion. She showed this in an amusing
| way in town, though, as it turned out,
she couldn't help herself, and had to
| give in to the artist once more. AS she
| was looking at the military parade from
| the balcony of her hotel, she caught
sight of a newspaper artist on the pave
ment below. and opposite, busy sketch
ing her beautiful self. She nudged a
companion, and slowly lifted news
| paper up so as completely to screen her
face. The artist understood the situa-
ton in an instant, and good-naturedly
put up his pencil and pad. In mo-
ment or two, either recOnsidering her
| first purpose or understanding from her
companion the artists smiling agree
ment with her intention, and desiring to
! reward it, she removed the paper and
gave the artist an opportunity to resume
her.